The moment that Leyla heard the trigger phrase, I could see a change come over her. Her trembling stopped. It was replaced with a slow, undulating wave rippling from her back to her hips, her buttocks and thighs.
"You bitch, are you going to stick it in or are you going to make me beg for it?" Leyla sneered.
Hilda, ever the seasoned pro, seemed caught off guard by the change. "Uhhh, I am just searching your head now, ma'am."
"Well, go nuts, hot shot. Listen, you never told me your name. If we're going to be intimate like this, I should at least know your name."
"It's Hilda, ma'am."
"Call me Leyla from now on, all right?" She slowly put one knee up on the table, and then the other, folded her hands under her head, flexed her hips, and thrust her ass up in the air.
"Could you sit up for me?"
"You do a lot of strip searches with body cavity inspections as a security guard for a cosmetics firm?" Leyla smirked as she pushed herself up and arranged herself cross legged on the table, facing Hilda, looking in her right in the eyes, her pussy spreading.
"I do enough. I'm going to inspect your scalp now." Leyla leaned her head forward, and Hilda ran her gloved fingers through Leyla's long dark hair. She moved her neck and shoulders sensually, biting her lip and closing her eyes. The skin on her chest reddened, and I could see her nipples harden. My god, she was a virtuoso.
Hilda leaned closer to her, and Leyla breathed, in a throaty stage whisper, "you look really tough, but I bet you're a great kisser." Hilda jumped back.
"What... What makes you say that?" Hilda's hands were out to the side, as if she didn't know what to do with them.
"I see the way your lips move when you're happy or angry or sad. You're sensual and emotional, and you think you hide it from the world because you don't move your eyebrows or your eyes. But I see it."
"Have we met before?"
"Just because we haven't talked doesn't mean I haven't seen you. I've worked here for almost a month now. I see you every day at the front desk, and I see you when you check the offices at the end of the day. I've seen you interact with the delivery people and I watched when you dealt with those drunk guys at that banquet last week. You're very confident and self-assured. But you don't want anyone to know how much you feel and how much you want to be seen. We're alike in that way."
Hilda's voice broke with emotion. "Thank you. I just, I just..." She caught her breath. "I feel invisible a lot of the time. You're just so gorgeous and you have everything, and I didn't think you knew who I was." Her eyes became even bluer as they filled with tears.
Leyla sat up and crossed her legs on the table. She seemed unconscious of her nudity. She raised her hands and gently stroked Hilda's face on both sides. She drew her face close, and they exchanged the gentlest first kiss that I've ever seen.
In my secret cubicle, I was torn. I have my legs spread, two fingers deep inside myself, and my shirt open, cupping and squeezing my tit for all it was worth. But I felt like my heart was growing, and I had all these feelings for both. Was I crying? Fuck.
I watched the sweetness and warmth of the kisses, gradually slid my fingers out of my pussy, and sat up at the desk. I had to end it. We were conditioning Leyla for our own purposes, and this was not the plan.
I used the microphone to call into Hilda's earpiece. "OK, tell her 'Ruby.' You have to shock her and make her scared, so she's turned on but doesn't understand why."
Hilda didn't respond. She embraced the shorter woman with her massive arms and pulled her in tight. I repeated my command; Hilda didn't budge.
Time for the big guns. I got the microphone from under the desk and turned on the room's loudspeaker. "Ruby." The word echoed. There's no way anyone in the security office missed it.
I watched Leyla and waited for the change. I knew she had heard the word, because I saw her jump slightly when she heard the noise. But now she was unbuttoning Hilda's shirt and kissing her all over her neck and chest. Fuck!
I straightened up my hair and fixed my blouse and skirt. When I opened the door, Hilda had Leyla on the table, fingering her pussy and sucking on her breast. Leyla's face was a portrait of celestial peace and joy. I admit, I was jealous.
"Shut it down, shut it down, that's enough. Hilda, take the rest the day off, Leyla, I think you should explain yourself."
Hilda jumped up and bowed her massive head. She buttoned her shirt closed, then reached back and fixed her braid. She folded her hands solemnly.
Leyla propped herself up on her elbows, looking me right in the eye. "Well, well, well. The empress has no clothes. Thanks for joining us, June, you ready to party?" She arched an eyebrow lasciviously.